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Relax my toy, I am a soft space to land. [F4A]
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You remember our daily conditioning ritual, sweetie. I sit you down like I always do and pour your favorite tea and let you watch your favorite spiral while I gingerly dance my fingertips over my breasts and make them bounce for you.
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triggered to drop, desperate to rub,
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your arousal rises in sun soaked need simply lost in fixation feeling luscious and complete.